"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the   imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to   compare to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go   to live in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it,   it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about being moved out   of it. It will be yours forever."     [Shaggy 2 Dope]  I got shot, ah!, the murder was heinous   The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus   And I was hit, that was it, on the spot   Flash, I woke up in a parking lot   And I'm sittin in a '64 Reinkeys   With Shaggy Dope written on the car keys   I look around I can't believe that it's possible   I'm dead, and I made it to the carnival   I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of   Everybody and they momma got clown luv   Japanese, Lebanese, and Chinese,   Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's. (woowoo)   Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers   Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers   I see my old homey, he died in a drag  Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?"   And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk   I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it  And to think, I always been afraid to die   But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.     [Chorus (2x)]  We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry  Even though most never try  I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no    [Violent J]  I was born, first, they threw me in a shit pile   I dealt with it, and lived there for a while   I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down  Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown   Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top   Free money, and mad bitches non-stop   No water, it's Faygo on tap   I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it  Cuz I can, cuz I'm phat paid   I got a five story funhouse with a maid   And she walks around with her titties hanging out   And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off (woowoo)   I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see   Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Eazy E   Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off   We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt   There's no fights, it's a perfect match   Hillbillies in the crowd tryin' to cabbage patch   And to think, I've always been afraid to die   But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.     [Chorus (2x)]    [Violent J]  Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey   Well picture this, your nuts burnin that way  And a roman candle stickin' in your butthole   That's where the greedy skank motherfuckers go     [Shaggy 2 Dope]  This is all hell now, we livin' in it   But this bullshit'll be over in a minute   Then it's off to the Faygos and neden hoes   New clothes, and patent leather for your toes (woo-woo)     [Violent J]  And while you sit around cryin' for your dead friend   He's chillin' up there, paid, getting mad ends   He's probably there tryin to figure out why you're sad  He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad     [Shaggy 2 Dope]  And for those who ain't down for the next man   Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can   And any chicken talkin' shit, lemme tell ya something   Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's coming    [Chorus (2x)]    "Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the   imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare   to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go to live   in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it,   it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about being moved out   of it. It will be yours forever."     [Chorus (10x)]